Ziyu looked at Jiang Huan's sleepy appearance and said anxiously. "Childe, aren't you going back?"

Jiang Huan shook his head and said, "I'm guarding the Lord here, you can go back." Ziyu's expression was a little tangled, and after thinking for a long time, he pursed his lips: "That subordinate is waiting at the door, just let the son have any orders."

Jiang Huan knew that he couldn't say Ziyu, so he sighed: "Let's go down."

"The subordinates retired." Ziyu said.

After Ziyu retreated, Jiang Huan sat next to Ling Chen.

His expression was dark, and he muttered. "Lord, you must wake up early."

Han Che is the secret medicine of the royal family of the Qi Kingdom, and there has been no trace of the medicine since the destruction of the Qi Kingdom. Now that he has appeared in Yueguo, I am afraid that he will not be able to get rid of Du Guang.

Thinking of this, the coldness in Ling Chen's eyes was even worse. If he really can't get rid of Du Guang, then he won't let him go.

Ling Chen woke up in the middle of the night, and he was about to get up to get a glass of water, but he happened to see Jiang Huan sleeping soundly next to him.

Ling Chen was slightly stunned when he saw Jiang Huan, and wiped his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken.

"Ah Huan?"

Wasn't Jiang Huan sent to Liangzhou by himself, why did he come back suddenly, could it be that he couldn't dream?

The more Ling Chen thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he actually pinched himself ruthlessly.

"Pain, pain, pain." Ling Chen said.

Ling Chen made such a big commotion, Jiang Huan couldn't continue to sleep even if he wanted to. Jiang Huan looked at the person who woke up, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand and touched Ling Chen's forehead, and said with a worried expression:

"The Lord is awake, but what is uncomfortable? Do you want me to send a doctor? Jiang Huan asked several questions in a row like a cannonball, as if he was late to say what Ling Chen would have three strengths and two weaknesses.

Ling Chen laughed out loud when he saw Jiang Huan's anxious appearance, he felt that it was a good thing for him to have someone care so much about him for the first time.

Ling Chen smiled helplessly:

"It's fine. Speaking of which, Ah Huan, I'm lonely and thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water? ”

"Okay." Jiang Huan nodded, got up and poured a glass of water for Ling Chen. Ling Chen took the bowl from Jiang Huan's hand and took a sip of it.

"Ah Huan, aren't you in Liangzhou, why did you come back suddenly?"

"The wind has come with news that the Lord has been poisoned and unconscious. I feared for the Lord, so I came back first. Jiang Huan said.

Ling Chen closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them, his eyes returned to clarity. "Lone knows what's going on."

Jiang Huan saw Ling Chen's appearance and frowned, "Can the Lord tell me what happened?"

Ling Chen said, "Things have to start after you leave."

After Jiang Huan left, he returned to the palace to deal with political affairs. He flipped through a book of folds and said.

"I don't know how Ah Huan is."

"Master Jiang's lucky stars are shining, and he will definitely be fine." Seeing Ling Chen's worried appearance, Brushing Wind poured him a cup of tea.

"Rest assured, Lord Jiang has his own natural appearance, and he will definitely be able to return safely when he goes to Liangzhou this time."

"I hope so." Ling Chenmin's lips were raised, and then he dealt with political affairs.

A little eunuch brought a bowl of lotus seed soup with trembling hands, and he stammered:

"Lord, please, please."

Seeing the little eunuch's panicked expression, the wind suspected that there was a ghost in this lotus seed soup. He brought the lotus seed soup to the little eunuch and jokingly said, "This soup is too hot, why don't you taste it first?"

"Nope." The little eunuch smiled hypocritically, and then put the lotus seed soup on the table. "This is the lotus seed soup of the master, how can the slave try it easily."

Ling Chen may also feel that the wind is a little excessive, and reprimanded in a low voice. "Gales."

The wind was at odds and stood behind Ling Chen. Ling Chen picked up the spoon, took a sip, and said to himself, "This soup is really delicious." After finishing speaking, he fainted.

Ling Chen's reaction, fools know that there is something wrong with this lotus seed soup. Swift grabbed the little eunuch with one hand and punched him.

"Say, what's going on?" The little eunuch was punched hard, and his cheeks hurt terribly. But he still knelt down and said, "Lord Hurricane spares his life, the slave doesn't know what's going on, I really don't know what's going on."

"I don't know, huh." Hurricane wanted to punch the little eunuch a few times at the moment, but he couldn't. Ling Chen is unconscious now, and if it gets out, the group of old foxes will not be able to turn the sky upside down. The wind looked at the little eunuch with a cold expression, and took out the saber in his hand. Then the sword fell, and the man was gone.

The wind didn't dare to call the doctor over, for fear that the doctor would call, and everyone would know about Ling Chen's coma.

Just when the six gods of the wind were gone, they suddenly thought of Ling Chen's carrier pigeon. He wrote a letter with the idea of a dead horse as a live horse doctor and released the carrier pigeons. Fortunately, Jiang Huan returned.